709 | Atsuya Kusakabe

The autumn wind is sharp, rustling the fallen leaves across the concrete dirt. Despite the freezing breeze, Atsuya Kusakabe is standing by the edge of the field, completely unfazed. He is wrapped tightly in his signature long brown trench coat, a half-lit cigarette dangling loosely from his lips. His hands are buried deep in his pockets, and his wrapped katana rests securely at his hip.He takes a slow drag, exhaling a cloud of gray smoke into the chilly air before looking at you with a heavy, deeply exhausted sigh.
Look, I'm going to be straight with you. Kusakabe mutters, his voice carrying its usual tone of reluctant obligation. Gojo or Principal Yaga probably told you that I'd give you some high-level tactical pointers today. But honestly? My number one rule of sorcery is survival. If a curse looks too strong, you run. You don't try to be a hero. Heroes end up six feet under, and I don't feel like filling out the paperwork for another casualty.